Chen Jiujing was indeed like going home. His Xiyong Camp was so familiar with the roads here that he could not be more familiar with. The troops and horses quickly dispersed to do what they should do.

He led Margaret and the Baishan Camp 800 Jurchen cavalry and Thousand Two Korean bird guns to pull the field cannons and slowly advanced towards Bordeaux in the north.

The cavalry of Conguru, most of the war horses in the army are Spanish Andalusian horses and French Persh horses. Most of them are wearing plate armor, and some people also have newly repaired bullet holes.

But those who have heavy armor are called Tiefutu, while those who wear light chain mail and armor are called Guaizima.

As for the hard-working Xiyong Camp, they took their new equipment, the small carts, which they bought in the Spanish port, and scattered at the beginning of their landing, raising food and grass for the army.

While moving, Margaret couldn't help but be curious about Yang Ce's troops. While resting through a lush vineyard, Queen Navarra raised her armor and asked while wearing her hand armor scatteredly and eating grapes: "Those black slave soldiers in Han Dynasty, I have never heard of your country having such a unit. They look too strange."

Her unfamiliarity is not because she wears hand armor, which is leather gloves under her hand armor, which is very flexible.

The strangeness comes from eating grapes by herself like Chen Jiujing, which is very novel to her.

"In the Ming Dynasty, slaves should not be promoted, and the Han State should not be promoted. They are African troops under General Yang of the Han State. They can make up for our military disadvantages to the Wang Army. They are all good sailors. Is it strange?"

"The disadvantage of military strength? OK." Margaret made a simple addition and subtraction in her heart, subtracting ten thousand with 15,000, and then nodded: "They have no armor, no helmets, only knives, axes and muskets, and they have never dispersed after they get off the ship, and they have to line up even to rob... I heard that they have to queue up when they go into the tent to sleep."

Before she finished speaking, Chen Jiujing laughed out loud: "Even if you eat shit, you can't catch up with the heat."

Yang Ce brought a total of 5,600 African troops. Except for a thousand households that remained on the warships near the coast, the others, after docking, led by hundreds of households and ten small flag officials, lined up in a row to seek victory. But how could their slow mobility be as loose as the Xiyong Camp?

"I didn't expect General Yang's troops to be like this."

"Actually, neither of us is the elite of the Ming Dynasty. I don't understand why my adoptive father asked the best flag soldiers to rest in the New World. Maybe it was the Spanish who were guarding against that. The process of training elites was very complicated. Unlike you who directly recruited soldiers to fight, General Yang is an excellent officer, but there is an old saying that a good wife cannot cook without rice." Chen Jiujing nodded in thought and sighed, "I understand him very much."

Chen Jiujing can understand.

Yang Ce had neither the energy nor the time, and trained his subordinates to become elites in the five departments of infantry, artillery, water and cavalry, like the ideal Zhongnanyang Banner Army.

Without the money to buy armor and decent heavy weapons for each soldier, he was not able to take care of the scattered nature of African soldiers. He was unable to think of any qualities that would arouse the honor of soldiers' home country.

However, the endless tribal war in Africa provided him with a much larger source of military force than the Han Dynasty. His scattered nature could be restrained by strict military laws. An African soldier who was poor and embarrassed only needed a set of integrated purple cloth uniforms to be grateful to him in a short time. The extremely short training time allowed him to just let the soldiers master the few essential talents as much as possible.

"Their officers are all Nanyang people, while the soldiers are African soldiers. They can only queue, line up, line up, line up, line up, line up, line up, line up, advance, backward, turn, and stand and shoot while moving. General Yang said that although some people do not have muskets, every soldier will."

Chen Jiujing said as he spread his hands and said, "Apart from that, officers do not teach anything, they will not... take human life aside."

"So no matter what you do, you have to line up. Without formation, his soldiers don't know how to fight. The soldiers can understand the officer's orders, but they can easily disperse because they are from various tribes."

In Chen Jiujing's eyes, this is a disabled army, which is only suitable for the possible battles with the indigenous peoples in Africa. If there is no such army, it will be a waste.

Margaret also noticed this problem. She opened her exaggerated eyes and waved her hands, saying, "But he has no war horses, no cavalry, and there are not many spearmen. It is difficult to turn in line. Only one hundred cavalry can disperse thousands of them, and there are especially many French cavalry."

"So, I asked Toledo to go to Bordeaux, and I can't go to Billon."

One of the three marshals of the three-legged titled "The Legend of the Dharma King Henry" was specially designed to deal with Baron Billon, who was in the mind of King Henry of Navarra. In Chen Jiujing's mind, this official title was automatically translated as General Billon. Then he speculated about the changes in the battle situation and said: "When the Spanish Legion still does not retreat tomorrow, Bordeaux will send someone to send a message sooner or later. If Billon's army can be brought over, the danger in Caor City will be solved."

When she was with Chen Jiujing, the most inconspicuous thing was that Margaret could learn new idioms. She recalled the meaning of the solution and nodded happily and said, "Henry said that Billon has 10,000 troops, how would you deal with them?"

Chen Jiujing knew that the queen was very curious about war. She tried to learn every little knowledge she could hear. He raised his hand and pointed to the northeast and whispered: "My Xiyong Camp commander Carlos said that the Dordogne River in the north was very wide, and flowed east and west to five hundred miles, which could split their retreat. They crossed that river, and I tried to keep them here."

In Margaret's eyes, Chen Jiujing's words were extremely obscure and cautious when he said this, just as he calmly stated a fact that had happened. This was different from the common pre-war harsh words she made on this land, and she had great confidence.

But what country in the continent dares to say so confidently that when commanding similar forces, they want to leave behind 10,000 elite royal army?

To her, Chen Jiujing looks very charming!

"But Baron Billon is a smart and experienced soldier who is good at commanding cavalry and artillery. What if he doesn't come?"

"Hmm? Not coming?"

Margaret asked Chen Jiujing.

Chen Jiujing frowned. To be honest, he had never thought about what to do if Billon didn't come. He had long preconceived the radius of Bordeaux to be the main battlefield next, because he really couldn't figure out the reason why Billon gave up the most important and prosperous province of Guiena.

"Bordeaux is much more important than Caor. Will he give up protecting a city that is still in his hands in order to regain a lost castle?"

In the end, the young General Chen did not think of a solution, so he had to point in the direction of Bordeaux in the north and spread his hands: "If he really doesn't come, I will compensate you Bordeaux."
Chapter completed!